Travis is a Junior at the University of Colorado at Boulder studying Political Science. His infatuation with breakfast places began in high school and has only persisted since moving to Colorado from Maine.
I believe in good breakfast places. Yes, this includes Denny’s, but only if my morning is met with a hangover that is larger than the previous night’s party. After all, you have to still be a little bit drunk to consider Denny’s a good breakfast place, right? To me, there is nothing more satisfying than starting the day off with a delicious, wholesome breakfast that charges me up and prepares me for the bumps that I will inevitably encounter during my day. Throughout my high school years, I would choose to consume this sanctified meal at a small place called Mister Bagel. In a time where your breakfast is usually mass produced hundreds of miles away and served in under a hundred seconds, Mister Bagel is a departure from the ordinary. Even though it is just down the road from my boyhood home, it still seems to be in another world.
Consisting of five or six oak tables, locally crafted of course, a glass counter stocked with an assortment of muffins and an old fridge packed with beverages, Mister Bagel is anything but flashy. All the bagels, muffins and pastries are produced at their main kitchen just twenty minutes down the road. You never have to worry about getting one that is a day old because they are made fresh every single day. The time and dedication that is put into their product is something you won’t find at most breakfast places. The flavorless croissant and microwavable bacon are replaced with a plump, doughy bagel and pan fried egg- perfectly undercooked so that the yolk drips like a runny nose.
However, Mister Bagel is not a good breakfast place just because of their delicious bagels. The staff at Mister Bagel are some of the nicest people you will meet. The folksy atmosphere of the restaurant is without question a byproduct of the staff’s charm and allure. Despite the fact that you woke up that morning ten minutes late and ran out the door without the notebook for your upcoming class, but still decided to grab a bagel anyway, there are always two nice ladies behind the counter to remind you that it’s not so bad. The following chit-chat conversation over the counter with one of them is a momentary escape from the grips of reality. The quickly approaching late slip from the school’s secretary is blocked out by discussion of the upcoming baseball season and the fragrance of lightly charred sesame seeds on my everything bagel.
Before I know it, my bagel is wrapped up tightly in wax paper and it’s time for me to face the rest of my day. But for a short while, as fleeting as it may have been, my troubled morning was replaced by a friendly conversation and a warm bagel. This is why I believe in good breakfast places.
Conference on World Affairs: To lead an effective media campaign, I believe that there has to be a degree of shock and wonderment incorporated into the message. Around campus, the messages that stuck out to me were ones that were colorful, risque and larger than average. For example, the enormous abortion billboards that were posted on campus last spring surely caught several people's eyes. While I disagree with the message they presented, I still learned what their message was none the less. In addition, I believe that if the CWA posted huge colorful signs, they would see an increased level of attention from students because the message is in their face and unavoidable. Another idea I had was to have somebody around the UMC the week before the CWA wearing some ridiculous costume like a Gorilla suit or a carton of milk or something. This would grab students attention and leave a lasting impression on them; certainly, they would not forget the giant gorilla that just handed them a flyer regarding CWA.
I BELIEVE IN BREAKFAST!
Travis is a Junior at the University of Colorado at Boulder studying Political Science. His infatuation with breakfast places began in high school and has only persisted since moving to Colorado from Maine.
I believe in good breakfast places. Yes, this includes Denny’s, but only if my morning is met with a hangover that is larger than the previous night’s party. After all, you have to still be a little bit drunk to consider Denny’s a good breakfast place, right? To me, there is nothing more satisfying than starting the day off with a delicious, wholesome breakfast that charges me up and prepares me for the bumps that I will inevitably encounter during my day. Throughout my high school years, I would choose to consume this sanctified meal at a small place called Mister Bagel. In a time where your breakfast is usually mass produced hundreds of miles away and served in under a hundred seconds, Mister Bagel is a departure from the ordinary. Even though it is just down the road from my boyhood home, it still seems to be in another world.
Consisting of five or six oak tables, locally crafted of course, a glass counter stocked with an assortment of muffins and an old fridge packed with beverages, Mister Bagel is anything but flashy. All the bagels, muffins and pastries are produced at their main kitchen just twenty minutes down the road. You never have to worry about getting one that is a day old because they are made fresh every single day. The time and dedication that is put into their product is something you won’t find at most breakfast places. The flavorless croissant and microwavable bacon are replaced with a plump, doughy bagel and pan fried egg- perfectly undercooked so that the yolk drips like a runny nose.
However, Mister Bagel is not a good breakfast place just because of their delicious bagels. The staff at Mister Bagel are some of the nicest people you will meet. The folksy atmosphere of the restaurant is without question a byproduct of the staff’s charm and allure. Despite the fact that you woke up that morning ten minutes late and ran out the door without the notebook for your upcoming class, but still decided to grab a bagel anyway, there are always two nice ladies behind the counter to remind you that it’s not so bad. The following chit-chat conversation over the counter with one of them is a momentary escape from the grips of reality. The quickly approaching late slip from the school’s secretary is blocked out by discussion of the upcoming baseball season and the fragrance of lightly charred sesame seeds on my everything bagel.
Before I know it, my bagel is wrapped up tightly in wax paper and it’s time for me to face the rest of my day. But for a short while, as fleeting as it may have been, my troubled morning was replaced by a friendly conversation and a warm bagel. This is why I believe in good breakfast places.
Conference on World Affairs: To lead an effective media campaign, I believe that there has to be a degree of shock and wonderment incorporated into the message. Around campus, the messages that stuck out to me were ones that were colorful, risque and larger than average. For example, the enormous abortion billboards that were posted on campus last spring surely caught several people's eyes. While I disagree with the message they presented, I still learned what their message was none the less. In addition, I believe that if the CWA posted huge colorful signs, they would see an increased level of attention from students because the message is in their face and unavoidable. Another idea I had was to have somebody around the UMC the week before the CWA wearing some ridiculous costume like a Gorilla suit or a carton of milk or something. This would grab students attention and leave a lasting impression on them; certainly, they would not forget the giant gorilla that just handed them a flyer regarding CWA.